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She stood in the doorway, head held high, and posture perfect, so to speak, waiting to be invited into the room. I had never imagined in my wildest dreams that such a lovely vision would present itself to the lowly offices of the T.O. Dicker Detective agency. The cluttered little room was scarcely the size of a large walk-in closet, papers, pictures and various file folders were spread on every available flat surface.
She wore a sleek, form-fitting dress, mid-length, knitted stockings covering the long luscious legs, she was a vision for sore eyes. I stepped forward, and without a word being exchanged, I pushed the door closed, snapped the lock, and immediately undid her blouse, exposing a beautiful pair of supple breasts, unfettered under the silky material of her blouse.
I began to caress her breasts, teasing her aureoles with a moist tongue, followed by light blowing. Now moving down to her legs, slowly, gently, moving up from her ankles, kissing the insides of her knees, slyly allowing my hands to roam upward, toward her womanly charm. Feeling her legs tremble and noting that she had subconsciously, closed her eyes, pursed her lips, and began moaning slightly, her legs parting slowly to allow access to her soft inner thighs.
Almost without effort, I gently push her back onto the pile of legal papers on the oak desk, her breath coming ever so much faster. Expertly, I undid her wrap-around skirt up, and deftly slipped my fingers into her silky panties. Feeling the warmth of her treasure box, quivering and moist, my fingers wandered between her legs. With a quick, almost imperceptible tug, the panties fall to the office floor.
Now, having exposed a most lovely site, smoothly shaven, not at all unlike a Georgia Peach, even resembling one sliced in half with the pit removed, her lips were a deep pink, almost red, parted easily as I deftly rubbed her clit. She gasped for her breath, when I placed her clit between my finger and thumb; gently squeezing, the nubbin of pleasure, and my other three fingers were busy groping into the dampness of her cunt.
Bending down, now, I gently extend my tongue and begin a slight up and down licking on her clitoris, running down both sides of her cunt, then licking upward, sparing no time, now sucking her clit into my mouth, tongue busy licking rapidly against it. As I suck it in and out, with varying pressure, my finger is completely soaked in juice, and it easily slips into the warmth of her pussy hole.
Had I been in the grocery store, I would surely have been arrested for trying to shoplift summer sausages from the butcher's window. My dick was swollen and stiff. To control myself, I was firmly pushing its length against the side of the desk, trying to keep it from splitting my trousers.
Still moaning, she clutched at my hair with one hand, pulling me face down even further into her womanhood, my tongue flitting in and out, as if a hummingbird flitting in and out of the flower patch, savoring the sweet honey of the flowers.
With her other hand, she made quick work of my belt and zipper, and my pants dropped to the floor next to her panties. She gasped loudly, seeing the huge piece of cock-meat that sprang from my shorts. She grabbed it, and began pulling on it for all she was worth, as I continued my licking assault on her pussy.
She slipped her hands between my face and her cunt, and buried her fingers into her cunt, wiggling them wildly, as if waving at a long lost friend, juices flowing freely down her fingers. Now, she again grasped my swollen shaft, applying her hot cunt juice on my aching dick. With renewed speed, she deftly slipped her hand up and down the length of it. It was as if I was embedded in her pussy, her juices making her hand efforts fast and exciting.
I felt this wonderful motion on my manhood, and began with much earnest to lick and suck her pussy. Feeling her start to thrust harder and harder, she wrapped her legs around my head, pulling my face in and out of her pussy.
Now brazenly moaning, "I'm coming baby, suck my pussy. Lick my clitoris. Make me cum Baby!”
I felt her quiver deeply, as if an internal earthquake has hit, and at that moment I also felt the warm shot of my cum fly out onto her hands.
Both satisfied, in just those few short moments, reality sinks in. What had happened was this real?
Or was it just a moment in thought resulting in a most pleasurable moment in reality. Either way, it was most pleasurable, if only a moment, before the true reality sank in. Even though this moment may come and go, perhaps more than once, twice, or dozens of time, the pleasure is unmistakable, the excitement was inexplicable, and the guilt inescapable. Our lives go on, and these are merely moments in life, perhaps more memorable, but never less, just moments.
"Hello? Are you Mr. T.O. Dicker?" Snapping back to reality,
”I am, um, sorry. Yes, I am Dicker. How may I help you?”
She stood in the doorway, head held high, and posture perfect, so to speak, waiting to be invited into the room. I had never imagined in my wildest dreams that such a lovely vision would present itself to the lowly offices of the T.O. Dicker Detective agency. The cluttered little room was scarcely the size of a large walk-in closet, papers, pictures and various file folders were spread on every available flat surface.
She wore a sleek, form-fitting dress, mid-length, knitted stockings covering the long luscious legs, she was a vision for sore eyes. I stepped forward, and without a word being exchanged, I pushed the door closed, snapped the lock, and immediately undid her blouse, exposing a beautiful pair of supple breasts, unfettered under the silky material of her blouse.
I began to caress her breasts, teasing her aureoles with a moist tongue, followed by light blowing. Now moving down to her legs, slowly, gently, moving up from her ankles, kissing the insides of her knees, slyly allowing my hands to roam upward, toward her womanly charm. Feeling her legs tremble and noting that she had subconsciously, closed her eyes, pursed her lips, and began moaning slightly, her legs parting slowly to allow access to her soft inner thighs.
Almost without effort, I gently push her back onto the pile of legal papers on the oak desk, her breath coming ever so much faster. Expertly, I undid her wrap-around skirt up, and deftly slipped my fingers into her silky panties. Feeling the warmth of her treasure box, quivering and moist, my fingers wandered between her legs. With a quick, almost imperceptible tug, the panties fall to the office floor.
Now, having exposed a most lovely site, smoothly shaven, not at all unlike a Georgia Peach, even resembling one sliced in half with the pit removed, her lips were a deep pink, almost red, parted easily as I deftly rubbed her clit. She gasped for her breath, when I placed her clit between my finger and thumb; gently squeezing, the nubbin of pleasure, and my other three fingers were busy groping into the dampness of her cunt.
Bending down, now, I gently extend my tongue and begin a slight up and down licking on her clitoris, running down both sides of her cunt, then licking upward, sparing no time, now sucking her clit into my mouth, tongue busy licking rapidly against it. As I suck it in and out, with varying pressure, my finger is completely soaked in juice, and it easily slips into the warmth of her pussy hole.
Had I been in the grocery store, I would surely have been arrested for trying to shoplift summer sausages from the butcher's window. My dick was swollen and stiff. To control myself, I was firmly pushing its length against the side of the desk, trying to keep it from splitting my trousers.
Still moaning, she clutched at my hair with one hand, pulling me face down even further into her womanhood, my tongue flitting in and out, as if a hummingbird flitting in and out of the flower patch, savoring the sweet honey of the flowers.
With her other hand, she made quick work of my belt and zipper, and my pants dropped to the floor next to her panties. She gasped loudly, seeing the huge piece of cock-meat that sprang from my shorts. She grabbed it, and began pulling on it for all she was worth, as I continued my licking assault on her pussy.
She slipped her hands between my face and her cunt, and buried her fingers into her cunt, wiggling them wildly, as if waving at a long lost friend, juices flowing freely down her fingers. Now, she again grasped my swollen shaft, applying her hot cunt juice on my aching dick. With renewed speed, she deftly slipped her hand up and down the length of it. It was as if I was embedded in her pussy, her juices making her hand efforts fast and exciting.
I felt this wonderful motion on my manhood, and began with much earnest to lick and suck her pussy. Feeling her start to thrust harder and harder, she wrapped her legs around my head, pulling my face in and out of her pussy.
Now brazenly moaning, "I'm coming baby, suck my pussy. Lick my clitoris. Make me cum Baby!”
I felt her quiver deeply, as if an internal earthquake has hit, and at that moment I also felt the warm shot of my cum fly out onto her hands.
Both satisfied, in just those few short moments, reality sinks in. What had happened was this real?
Or was it just a moment in thought resulting in a most pleasurable moment in reality. Either way, it was most pleasurable, if only a moment, before the true reality sank in. Even though this moment may come and go, perhaps more than once, twice, or dozens of time, the pleasure is unmistakable, the excitement was inexplicable, and the guilt inescapable. Our lives go on, and these are merely moments in life, perhaps more memorable, but never less, just moments.
"Hello? Are you Mr. T.O. Dicker?" Snapping back to reality,
”I am, um, sorry. Yes, I am Dicker. How may I help you?”
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